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Oh, and the quirks—some punters leave gifts, like flowers or cigs. Weird, innit? Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I swear one time this brothel had a parrot squawkin’ prices. “Ten quid, ten quid!”—cracked me up, proper Bond villain shit. Still, it’s a grind for the girls—hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ Monty’s line: “Champagne wishes, thirty-year piss.” Gets ya thinkin’, don’t it?

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So yeah, my friend, if you ever swing by, wander the surprising lanes. Get lost on Crescent Drive or linger too long near that old red mailbox—seriously, it’s like a relic with a story. I might have lost count of how many times I've felt the pulse of this town in my veins. It’s maddening, thrilling, and downright mysterious—like you're in a wuxia dream where every moment is poetry in motion.

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